I'm soaring through the air at great speeds, The air whipping past in a rush. A scream of pure exhileration escapes from my mouth As I fly in an arch towards the sapphire blue skies.

This playground toy is my escape from the world. It allows me my freedom. It lets me feel as if I can do anything. I can fly, so I can be myself with no judgement from others.

Surely I'm not the only who feels this way. I can't be the only one to know their dreams are in reach. I can only laugh as I get closer to the clouds. I'm almost there, and no one can bring me back down.

At least, that's what I let myself believe. Now, just before I touch my clouds, I am pulled back down to the ground, And I can't help but let out a cry of despair.

I should have foreseen this disaster. It has happened before, but I was blind. I believed that this time would be different. I thought I could defy my gravity and keep shooting to the stars.

Again, I'm flying forward and climbing up. I'll make it this time for sure. But no matter how hard I try, I keep falling back. I allow myself to hope, only to have those hopes crushed.

But I don't care how many time I fall back, I know I'll rise again to see my clouds. Flying, falling, always hoping. This is the ride of Life.

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